martes, 9 de abril de 2024

Self esteem

 Sometimes i feel

I'm being to real

its to hard to deal

I think i cant heal 


everyday i wake up

and think, please make it stop

i barely can breathe 

i lie on my bed grinding my teeth 


My head's going to explode

I keep taking the same painful road 

My feelings are so intense

I'd wish this were written in past tense 


My mom's always so positive and nice

when I'm around her my heart always cries

My dad dont really like me, he doesn't even care

I'm tired of thinking why this isn't fair? 


sometimes i wish i have love for myself

then i remember it was never there

I'm constantly looking approval from others

then i realize i do

n't need it from lovers

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